The Weather Outside is Frightfull

Its Sunday and Cam cant understand why Mother Nature would be so mean! Sundays are supposed to be for walks and chasing the squirrels in the backyard!

so she sits on my foot like im going to be able to make the rain go away! so giving up, she decides to take over the couch, her usual my life sucks spot! :P

Christmas is here!

pictures will follow soon!

This past Friday night a trip to PetSmart was needed, Cammy's fave place to visit, since she gets to pick out a toy. Usually she chooses her all time favorite toy "The Flying Squirrel", but instead, this time she choose a squeaky duck. It surprised me, because she usually doesn't like squeaky toys, she hides them from us because she thinks they're hurt when they make noise. 

Saturday the Xmas Tree went up! Loving the smell of having the outdoors inside, naps near the tree are always a favorite part of the day. However this year as I (mom) was putting up the tree, i was trying to balance it in the stand and screw the bolts all at the same time. The tree was moving around and Cam thought it was attacking me. Growling and barking all while I was trying to get it up and stable. Now the tree is seen as a mock enemy and approached with caution!

Last years Xmas Tree & Cam

Cam & her favorite toy the flying squirrel

P2V an organization that helps Veterans by bring pets into their lives

P2V Organization. Video

The link above to a wonder video of a man is a Vet and he adopted a pitbull Cheyenne whom he credits for saving his life!

A Local Bay Area Pit Bull Jazzy halts tears with toys and tencaity

this article had me crying at my desk! Heres is a wonderful heart tugging story of how much love these wonderful dogs have for us!

When Susan Dyer Reynolds hired a professional trainer for her newly adopted pit bull, Jasmine Blue, the trainer started his assessment by putting a treat on the floor and saying, "Off." Of course, Jazzy went straight for the treat and promptly got squirted with a water bottle. Again, he put a treat on the floor. This time Jazzy looked at it longingly, but didn't move. When the trainer said, "It's OK," only then did Jazzy timidly approach the treat. "She's going to be easy," the trainer told Reynolds. "She's smart and incredibly sensitive."

After the trainer left, I went downstairs to check on my dad, who was watching a baseball game. Jazzy climbed into bed with him and tried to sneak in another bath of kisses. My dad laughed, and she wagged her big pit bull butt. "I love my granddog," he said. "I know," I smiled, "and she loves you, too."

One week later, my 76-year-old father passed away quietly in his sleep.

The day that followed was a whirlwind of friends taking turns making sure I was never alone. When my dad's longtime girlfriend, Kickie, arrived, she fell into my arms, a pile of grief and tears. Later that evening, we sat on the sofa, talking a bit, but mostly just sitting in stunned silence. Then Kickie perked up.

"Where's Jazzy?" she asked. Normally Jazz was there - usually on the sofa between my dad and Kickie, while I was relegated to the dog bed because there wasn't enough room on the sofa for me.

Kickie headed downstairs to check on her. When she returned, she was clutching my dad's favorite hat. "Jazzy was lying on your Dad's side of the bed," she said, tears streaming down her face. "She got up and went into his closet, sniffed his shoes, his slippers and his hat, then got back up on his side of the bed again. It's like she knows he's gone."

A week later, I drove Kickie to her home in San Jose. When I returned, it was the first time I had been alone, and that's when it finally hit me. I curled up on my bed and was sobbing when I felt something push at my back. I turned around to see Jazzy above me holding her pink stuffed bunny. Her ears were back and her butt was wagging tentatively. I rolled over and continued crying.

Again, I felt something nudge my back. This time she had her orange octopus. "Go away, Jazzy," I said. But she didn't listen. Now she had her Girducken, a stuffed duck with giraffe spots. When I sat up, I discovered she had taken every toy out of her toy box, as if she were determined to find the right toy, the one that would make me stop crying, the one that would make it better.

I wrapped my arms around Jazzy's neck and wept into her fur. She rubbed her cheek against mine, she pawed at my arm and she tried to put the Girducken in my mouth. When I started laughing, she dropped it on the bed and tried to give me a lick. Some people like it, some people don't; I'm one of those people who doesn't mind. Not when it comes from an incredibly sensitive dog.

This story first appeared in "Jasmine Blue's Tails of the Dog Park," published monthly in Northside San Francisco magazine ( www.northsidesf.com). Reynolds is working on a book based on the column.

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Introducing the Star of the Blog.... Cammy!

This is my fur baby Cammy. Born 02/04/2003. We adopted her when she was about 9 weeks old. I cant believe she will be 8 years old soon! Aside from the usual Pit Bull aging problems (arthritis and being set in her ways) you'd never know she is as old as she is. Don't let her hear you call her old, you'll regret it with a running jump to prove you wrong!

Loving the worst dog in creation

I get that Pit Bulls are known for being aggressive, mean, strong and intimidating dogs, but i just don't see how you could hate their faces! I have never met a Pitty that hasn't had a stupid grin on their face.
I know there are a TON of blogs on everything from what someone finds on the bottom of their shoes after taking public transportation to a day in life of owning a Pit Bull. I wanted to share another story of a day in life of being a Pit Bull Parent, so that hopefully if there's even one or two peoples perceptions that I might be able to change, I can feel better about sharing my ramblings with anyone who might want to hear them.

Bare with me as i dig out old photos and stories to share of my wonderful journey with the two beautiful ladies I've had the please of sharing my life with, along with the stories of others.